Somewhat unexpected drama

Let’s see. I woke up before the alarm after going to bed half an hour too late, was slow and dawdling while writing morning pages and so had to skip yoga and meditation. Then I looked at the online patient portal from the radiology office, found that there was a report already, realized that the phone call from an unknown number the day before must have come from the doctor and, well, panicked is too strong a word but let’s say I was a bit unsettled.

I didn’t quite know what to do, jumped at my husband with the news when he came into the kitchen for breakfast, made him very confused and then we spent about an hour arguing about the way I communicate when in a panic and how that means I don’t get the support I need. Sure. Next time I’m confused and panicky I will take care to not spread my feelings around too much. Or maybe explode them into people’s faces so they know I’m all panicky, I’m not quite sure, we talked about this three or four times over the course of the day. Whatever.

I decided to be proactive about the phone call and called the radiology office. The doctor called me back right away and said he left a voice message the day before. I didn’t know that. He said one of the nodules is fine but for the other they can’t say if it’s benign or not so it needs to be removed and if it is not benign the whole thyroid needs to go. And he also recommended a hospital. And to see my GP.

Bummer. It’s not the worst case but also not quite what I wanted to hear. Oh, and by the way I figured out just yesterday that when I have a missed call on my cell phone and the number of the caller shows in red that means I have a message. And that there is a little voicemail icon and when I tap that I can hear said message. Who knew? I spent years wondering why people kept telling me they left a message after calling my cell but I never found any messages. Ahem.

I had already made an appointment with my GP for Monday, so at least I’ll be seeing him before the trip to my mother. I’m not quite sure if I should try to make an appointment at the clinic beforehand or not. I mean, I could try, won’t hurt.

After all of that hullabaloo I listened to the beginning of the Bach Cello suites while doing the dishes and then walked to the health food store with BTS in my ears. I bought some extra chocolate and potato chips. I don’t want to re-establish the habit of eating sweets every time I feel a little bad but felt like I had a valid excuse.

My husband banned me from the kitchen while cooking, he was still angry and we spent some more time arguing over lunch. This is not good for my stomach issues. Lunch was still delicious even with the beans being a bit overcooked:

After finishing eating I ended the conversation, ate my chocolate and read a bit. I had bought yet another new book first thing in the morning, „The Kingdoms“ by Natasha Pulley. Somehow none of the hundreds of books on my ebook reader felt right and I wanted to read more of her stories after re-reading the two watchmaker books.

I did feel a bit low on energy but still had to teach. I had a long break in between because one student canceled but I did not make good use of that time. Last lesson of the day was a delightful new singing student.

Afterwards I found my husband deep in sheet music, he is trying to write down a piece he wrote in the late 80s. He can’t find the sheet music anymore so he just re-wrote it all from the recording. Unfortunately, he wants to play it with an alto saxophonist and a trombonist which means changing the clef and or the key. I liked when he said he can only read bass clef when actually having a bass in his hands.

Well, I can read all the clefs easy (okay, I’m bragging, C-clef takes a while) so I could help him a bit. Oh, and we’re good again.

I ate dinner, started writing this post, did the dishes and Duolingo, watched a bit of C-drama and went to bed.